[He nodded once at her explanation, knowing her tying up her hair was done so out of practicality. Still, part of him wanted to suggest she'd wear them down more often, especially on the ship, but Din didn't voice it out. He wasn't sure it was his place to ask of such things, especially since it would be a bit selfish of him to do so. He couldn't offer something similar, though he doubted there was an appeal to his own messy locks sticking out as they usually do when he takes off his helmet. For a moment, Din wondered what it would feel like for Rey's hand to run through his hair, or even fist into them in a throes of pleas-...he needed to stop letting his thoughts run wild like this. It was torture more than anything else, really.
His thoughts were cut short with the feeling of Rey moving his hand from her shoulder to her cheek, and Din couldn't help himself and smiled softly underneath the helmet. Ever since he had worked the courage to cup her face those weeks ago, he had wondered how her skin would have felt against his, here she was, offering the feeling freely. A callous thumb slowly ran over the curve of her cheek, marveling at the softness of her skin, just like he had imagined it to be. But he didn't have time to bask in the feeling of it: Rey turned her head and pressed a kiss in his palm, and his breath hitched audibly.
There had been more touches since they had confessed to one another, but they were always subtle ones. Lingering fingers on her waist to move past her in the cockpit here, his hand pressed in the small of her back to guide her to the marketplace there, but never a touch this intimate, and Din found that he was craving for more as well. He wasn't sure of what he could ask of Rey, too afraid to push a boundary that would have her run for the hills. Instead, he waited for her to take what she wanted out of him, more than ready and willing to give her all that she desired.
When she pulled back from pressing the kiss to his hand, Din slowly ran his thumb over her lower lip, his skin dragging along the plush feeling of the skin there. He would be lying if he said that he never thought of how her lips would feel against his, of how her mouth would taste, and if he could draw sweet sounds out of her by pressing his own mouth against the skin of her neck. The mere thought of running his tongue against her skin and tasting her properly was deafening enough that Din had to anchor his mind to reality by reaching down to wrap his other arm around Rey's waist, pulling her up and into a hug, his helmet slowly leaning against her forehead again, his other hand still cupping her face gently. He pressed her body flush against him, humming contently.]
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Date: 2021-01-03 05:06 am (UTC)His thoughts were cut short with the feeling of Rey moving his hand from her shoulder to her cheek, and Din couldn't help himself and smiled softly underneath the helmet. Ever since he had worked the courage to cup her face those weeks ago, he had wondered how her skin would have felt against his, here she was, offering the feeling freely. A callous thumb slowly ran over the curve of her cheek, marveling at the softness of her skin, just like he had imagined it to be. But he didn't have time to bask in the feeling of it: Rey turned her head and pressed a kiss in his palm, and his breath hitched audibly.
There had been more touches since they had confessed to one another, but they were always subtle ones. Lingering fingers on her waist to move past her in the cockpit here, his hand pressed in the small of her back to guide her to the marketplace there, but never a touch this intimate, and Din found that he was craving for more as well. He wasn't sure of what he could ask of Rey, too afraid to push a boundary that would have her run for the hills. Instead, he waited for her to take what she wanted out of him, more than ready and willing to give her all that she desired.
When she pulled back from pressing the kiss to his hand, Din slowly ran his thumb over her lower lip, his skin dragging along the plush feeling of the skin there. He would be lying if he said that he never thought of how her lips would feel against his, of how her mouth would taste, and if he could draw sweet sounds out of her by pressing his own mouth against the skin of her neck. The mere thought of running his tongue against her skin and tasting her properly was deafening enough that Din had to anchor his mind to reality by reaching down to wrap his other arm around Rey's waist, pulling her up and into a hug, his helmet slowly leaning against her forehead again, his other hand still cupping her face gently. He pressed her body flush against him, humming contently.]